Is this a morgue?
With white ceiling and white white walls,
Fear crawling up your overalls,
This is the place to which death calls.
It bellows and thunders and asks you 'why?'
'Why did you escape? Why the hell did you try?'
I'll give you a ladder and then pull it out,
I'll smother your pleas no matter how much you shout,
We'll learn the way bricks are made,
It'll be rubbed in until your creativity fades.
I am the Satan, the sting, the manta ray,
Welcome to Morgue,hell yeah,
you'r trapped and there's no other way.
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